Bill sat back and propped his legs up on the counter. The group had been called into the shop to help Stan, and Stan had put Bill in charge of being a backup tour guide. Out of boredom, he had been using his hand to draw turkeys all over the counter.
"Bill!" Pinetree exclaimed. "Bill what're you doing?!"
"This," Bill replied matter of factly, and he grabbed Pinetree's hand and drew another turkey. "Look! A turkey!"
Pinetree rubbed his eyes, looking frustrated, and pointed at the counter.
"But all over the counter?!" He shouted.
"Relax kid," Bill said. "I'll make it part of the tour. The Mysterious Turkey Desk!"
Pinetree rolled his eyes and stalked off. Bill sighed and glanced around the all too familiar Mystery Shack. For years he had sat at different posts around the shop... Around the whole town! Watching. Waiting for an opportunity he realized might never come now. He was a mere shadow of his former self, and he missed having his omnipresent powers.
Before long, the customers thinned out, and Grunkle Stan closed the shop. As Pinetree, Shooting Star, and Red rushed outside to continue their investigations, Bill lingered a moment. Stan was giving him an odd look.
"Sir?" Said Bill. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I know you from somewhere, don't I?" Stan inquired, narrowing his eyes. "Before the kids found you in the woods."
Bill frowned. Did Stan really remember him? After all these years? And in this form?
"I uh, I don't think so." Bill stammered, but then he smirked. "I'm kind of unforgettable."
"Eugh," Stan grumbled. "You might want to work on that ego kid."
Stan headed for the kitchen, and Bill sighed with relief. The old man didn't recognize him! It was lucky that he hadn't. If Grunkle Stan knew who b he really was, he'd probably kill him for the mess he'd made...
Wendy sat on a log outside the Mystery Shack, puzzling as Bill trotted over to she, Dipper, and Mabel. She caught his one golden eye, and he grinned knowingly. He could tell what she was puzzling over. She bit her cheek. He'd said she was blind? What was she blind to? Was the perfect man right under her nose? Where was he?
She rubbed her eyes, frustrated. Why was she even puzzling over this? She knew she was way over thinking it...
"Wendy?" Dipper's voice came from right in front of her.
She looked up, he was smiling.
"You okay?" He asked, taking a seat next to her.
"I'm fine," Wendy stated, pushing her thoughts back. "Just have a little headache is all!"
"Oh. Well, do you want to stay here while me, Mabel, Soos, and Bill go on the Mystery Hunt?" Dipper offered.
"Nah," Wendy replied, smiling. "Some fresh air will do me good."
She glanced up and saw Soos exiting the shack and coming towards them. Dipper stepped away to talk to him.
"You know," a voice came from behind Wendy, making her jump.
She turned to see Bill standing behind her, his Cheshire cat grin across his face.
"He's right under your nose..." Bill said, continuing to grin.
And suddenly Wendy realized what Bill had meant...